I had the other thing all
planned--the girls practically engaged."
"Where were you thinking of going?" asked Mrs. Weatherstone.
"To Santa Ulrica."
"Exactly! Well, you shall have your cottage and our girls and give them
part time. Or--how many have you arranged with?"
"Only six have made definite engagements yet."
"What kind?"
"Two laundresses, a cook and three second maids; all good ones."
"Excellent! Now, I tell you what to do. I will engage all those girls.
I'm making a change at the house, for various reasons. You bring them
to me as soon as you like; but you I want at once. I wish you'd come
home with me to-night! Why don't you?"
Diantha's scanty baggage was all in sight. She looked around for an
excuse. Mrs. Weatherstone stood up laughing.
"Put the new address in the letter," she said, mischievously, "and come
along!"
*
And the purple chauffeur, his disapproving back ineffectual in the
darkness, rolled them home.
WHAT DIANTHA DID
CHAPTER IX.
"SLEEPING IN."
Men have marched in armies, fleets have borne them,
Left their homes new countries to subdue;
Young men seeking fortune wide have wandered--
We have something new.
Armies of young maidens cross our oceans;
Leave their mother's love, their father's care;
Maidens, young and helpless, widely wander,
Burdens new to bear.
Strange the land and language, laws and customs;
Ignorant and all alone they come;
Maidens young and helpless, serving strangers,
Thus we keep the Home.
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